As a result, I am not very quick on the uptake, my mind always distracted and drifting. Acquaintances complain that I don't see them in shops, even when they wave madly at me. And when I'm in the car, apparently I do not return the greetings people give me as they drive past.
I have always been this way inclined, always in a daydream, always finding a different angle from which to consider something or making up stories in my head. As a student, I was teased for being very quiet throughout a picnic to celebrate the end of exams and then suddenly saying, "I wonder what an ant thinks?"
I had been watching ants crawling through long grass, stumbling and struggling and never giving up, and I am ashamed to admit I found this more intriguing than the cider-sodden conversation around me.
Well, now I know why I am like this. According to the amazing writer, Flannery O'Connor:
'...there is a certain grain of stupidity that the writer of fiction can hardly do without, and this is the quality of having to stare, of not getting the point at once.'
She feels that writers watch constantly for the amazing magic within everyday things. This is the imagination at work.
Writers are always writing, even when they are at work, asleep or socialising. Our eyes are open all the time, despite everyone I know thinking the exact opposite of me!
We are letting in ideas, looking for the sense of all that we observe. We open ourselves to the world and, because it's instinctive, we never take a day off. And that is a comforting thought. If our lives become busy and sometimes don't allow for much actual writing-time, we are nevertheless still at work on it, storing the magic for later.